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I'm now regretting of finding out how green smurfs have fun, the alcohol made me so drunk that I couldn't see properly. I tried to make my way back to the smurfvee, but I had trouble remembering where it was. I was dizzy and disoriented, its like somesmurf spun me around at the speed of sound before shoving a fist full of sugar down my mouth.

With a world a blur, I tried to sit down again. I wound up collapsing on the ground as multiple different voices ring through my ears, I couldn't remember anything after that.

When I woke up, I found myself back in the Command Center, sleeping on the cot where Dashie lays on. I was still feeling buzzed, but at least I can see clearly again. I got up from the cot and got back up onto my feet, I nearly fell over from walking since I still feel a little dizzy.

I head towards the front door and looked outside, it was still dark. The air was peaceful, very quiet, not a sound rings through the air. I saw the smurfvee parked outside the Command Center, it appears to be empty. I slowly closed the door and sat down on a chair, I was too exhausted to do anything else.

For awhile, I thought about home, how the smurfs there miss me. It had only been a day, I don't know how long Chernov would keep me here. I miss home, yet still upset from what happened there. I think Chernov was trying to take my mind off of things, maybe there were other factors involved.

A loud bang abruptly sounded, making me nearly fall out of my chair. I turned towards the front door and saw Dashie come walking in, holding a moonshine bottle in her hand. She let out a loud burp as she walked towards the cot and slumped down onto it. I heard her beer belly swish and gurgle from all the alcohol she had consumed during her midnight drink, it was disgusting.

"Hard night?" I asked.

"Maybe," said Dashie, "F#ck off Ma."

"Why are you so hostile?" I asked.

"Why are you being nosy?" she responded.

Clearly Dashie was immature, very immature. The alcohol I consumed amplified my emotions, and so I lost it. "I just had enough of your attitude missy!" I said, sounding like an actual mother.

"You just f#ck off mom," barked Dashie, "I don't take any sh#t from you!"

With that said, she threw the moonshine bottle at me. I saw the bottle coming and I ducked in time, the bottle flew over my head. It just so happens that Rick came into the Command Center at that moment, he wound up getting hit in the head with the moonshine bottle. Dashie gasped as Rick collapses on the ground upon getting hit. "He's knocked out!" I cried.

"Goddamnit!" cursed Dashie, "I'll kill you!"

Dashie got up and charged at me, as she came near I grabbed her arm and flipped her over my back and onto the floor. For the next few minutes, we both fist fight on the floor. She tried to pull out my hair, but I managed to get her under control by head butting her.

I moved in to attack her weakspots, the beer belly was the obvious one. I made my hand into a fist and punched her gut in. Dashie let out a grunt in response. She slowed down, but it did not stop her from attacking. So with strength I didn't know I had, I used both hands to pick her up, held her over my hand, and tossed her across the room.

Dashie hit her head upon the concrete floor before skidding into the solid wall, upon impact she collapsed onto the floor, motionless.

I stood there in shock, I can't believe what I had done. I hoped no one walked into the Command Center at that moment, thankfully no one had. I just stared at Dashie for a moment, seeing how many bruises on her would maybe break Rick's heart.

A moment passed and Dashie stirred, she used both hands to crawl over to the cot and sat down on it. With her eyes remain glued to the floor, she began crying. At first I thought she was faking, but when I saw the tears I immediately realize that this was real. I see what she needs, she needs unconditioned love.

I approached her, cautious that she might try to attack me. She made no attempt to inflict any harm as I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her, Dashie rest her head against my chest in response.

"It was foolish of me on getting a hysterectomy," she sobbed, "Now there's no way for me to start over!"

"There there," I replied, "Why not you explain to me what happened?"

"It was one morning," explains Dashie, "I was doing my own business when once upon a time, I met Rick. I don't know how we fall in love, but I do remember how we had our first and only child. I was foolish enough to get a hysterectomy, I did so because I don't want anymore children. A few weeks after the surgery, our smurfling caught influenza and died. I turned to alcohol just to avoid thinking about my problems."

"It's okay Dashie," I reassured, "Everything is fine, just let it all out."

I hold onto her as she continues to cry, when 20 minutes passed Rick finally came too and sat up. "Ow," he said, "Why does my head hurt?"

He saw the broken moonshine bottle and me comforting Dashie, Rick realized that I got through to Dashie where everysmurf had failed, "Saved," he said as he sat there looking at us, "I have dreamed of this moment since forever."

A few more minutes past as Rick went on tinkering with his radio equipment, Dashie soon quieted down and eventually fell asleep in my arms. I laid her against the cot before pulling the covers over her, she snuggled into the pillow before falling asleep. "I think I'm all done here." I replied.

"Thanks Mama," said Rick, "How will I ever repay you?"

"Drive Chernov nuts with your radio broadcasts," I replied, "That is all."

"To come to think of it," said Rick, "He always listens to my radio broadcasts, I'll see what I can do to him. But in the meantime, I'm going to go to bed. Its getting late and I cannot to afford to be tired in the morning."

TO BE CONTINUED...